September 22, 2009

In which the spider welcomes the fly into her parlour

We had a real life drama play itself out in our kitchen last night, one with all of the melodrama, anguish and catharsis of true Shakespearean theater.

Whilst buzzing around the kitchen trying to escape the fly-swatter, Mr. Fly flew straight into this lady's web. Oh the fracas that ensued as the little guy screamed and struggled trying to free himself from her clutches.

It was a battle of wits. Miss spider, however, was anything if not perseverant and methodical. She crept around her captive, measuring and calculating how best to go about subduing her tasty morsel. First she hog tied his feet (can you see how several of them are kind of bunched together?). I wasn't sure if she was trying to bite them or not and as I never witnessed the fateful bite, I cannot tell you, but I can tell you that she subdued him by binding him with her web.

In the end, the Mr. Fly succumbed to her charm and she clipped the web and dragged him off to a corner of her abode.

Today, I can see neither hide nor hair of either of them.

It is enough to make me wonder if perhaps they eloped.

It would make a nice fairytale ending to my story; however she is probably just sleeping off her feast.

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We had a real life drama play itself out in our kitchen last night, one with all of the melodrama, anguish and catharsis of true Shakespearean theater.

Whilst buzzing around the kitchen trying to escape the fly-swatter, Mr. Fly flew straight into this lady's web. Oh the fracas that ensued as the little guy screamed and struggled trying to free himself from her clutches.

It was a battle of wits. Miss spider, however, was anything if not perseverant and methodical. She crept around her captive, measuring and calculating how best to go about subduing her tasty morsel. First she hog tied his feet (can you see how several of them are kind of bunched together?). I wasn't sure if she was trying to bite them or not and as I never witnessed the fateful bite, I cannot tell you, but I can tell you that she subdued him by binding him with her web.

In the end, the Mr. Fly succumbed to her charm and she clipped the web and dragged him off to a corner of her abode.

Today, I can see neither hide nor hair of either of them.

It is enough to make me wonder if perhaps they eloped.

It would make a nice fairytale ending to my story; however she is probably just sleeping off her feast.